001 ≅ [TEXT] / [ACTION]

[boselfdestruct]

[TEXT]

[Donatello decides to stick with text, because he doesn't entirely trust himself not to give away his barely restrained panic right now if he tries anything else.]

So forgive me if this is a stupid question, but is there anywhere I can find a map or something?

...Or even a help center for the unfortunately half-drowned? Travel agency? A Guide to the City, perhaps? The welcoming committee was helpful, but not that helpful.

Thank you.

[He's pretty sure if there is a place to collect information - and they sure made it sound like this happened often, so he'd surprised if there wasn't - he could slip in and steal their pamphlets or...whatever it was they had, without too much trouble. Still. If there's an easier method, he'd prefer it. He didn't want to go venturing out into the open half-cocked and alone.]

[Speaking of...he'd given up audio, so he'd also given up the chance of one of his brothers recognizing his voice. He'd have to think of something-]

[Ah.]

And if there's a place that sells pizza, I could really go for that right now.

[Not perfect, but it would have to do.]

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[ACTION]

[No matter what happens during the day, once it hits the darkest hours of the next morning Donatello is going to brave heading up to the roof of his building {ME-2A} in the Metal Sector and start poking around the area. He'll be sticking very close to home and keeping it quiet, but if your character might have the skills and inclination to notice an extremely nervous ninja turtle, then by all means!]

[He'll be distracted by the different constellations in the sky and occasionally be stooping to investigate the material the buildings are made of. He'll keep reaching up to check that his staff is still there. Don't get too close or he will probably try to smack you with it.]

Comments

Video forever (because he never uses anything else)

[zerotoawesome]

Oh jeez, dude! If you find pizza, you have to hook me up!

[Text because Donatello is rude]

[boselfdestruct]

[...after a slight delay]

[his hook seems to have worked, but he wasn't anticipating it pulling in anyone who wasn't his brothers. Especially not what appears to be another mutant. Using video freely. UM.]

Sure. Can't let good pizza go uncelebrated.

[...]

Sorry, but, are you made out of rock?

Why you gotta be like that?

[zerotoawesome]

Awesome. I mean, I don't think there's any around here that I've seen, but I'd kill for a slice right now. I've had about all the pork buns I can eat for a lifetime.

[...]

Not that I'd actually kill someone. You know, just saying...

[He really needs to be used to people not being used to seeing him. And that just means right now he's assuming that Donatello is thinking that he's some kind of monster.]

Uh... Yeah. Okay, [deep breath.] I'm made of rock. I'm a mutant. Not a mutt, an alien, or anything else. I'm not going to kill or eat anybody. So... Does that cover everything?

[R U D E]

[boselfdestruct]

[Okay, so he'd only mentioned pizza because he was trying to get his brothers' attention, but hearing that it's not around is strangely disappointing]

[but then there's this and, wow, he'd never been on this side of the equation before. HOW DOES HE FIX THIS WITHOUT REVEALING HIMSELF?]

That wasn't what I meant. I was just asking because...Man, okay. Do you know what kind of rock? I mean are you indestructible or is there some erosion like with regular rock...?

[science, obviously. Don, you suck.]

[video because raph no longer gives a fuck]

[seriouslytwisted]

[Man, NERD ALERT. Who's this poindexter?]

What kind of guidebook would you find here? "Idiot's Guide to Being Kidnapped"?

[NOTHING YET BECAUSE OMFG GOD RAPH WHAT ARE YOU DOING]

[boselfdestruct]

[WHAT ARE YOU DOING.]

[RAPH.]

[IS THAT THE SOUND OF GARBLED SCREAMING IN THE DISTANCE?]

[boselfdestruct]

[HE HASN'T EVEN BEEN ABLE TO MODIFY THIS THING FOR BETTER ENCRYPTIONS YET]

[DOES HE ACKNOWLEDGE?]

[JGKFL;AJHFKL;AD]

[HOW DOES HE DO THIS]

[WHY DO YOU MAKE EVERYTHING SO COMPLICATED]

[TEXT]

[boselfdestruct]

How about "Meathead's Guide To SUBTLETY and TACT"?

[aka: WHY DO YOU FAIL AT STEALTH?]

[aka: if you out him over this thing raph then so help him...]

[VIDEO GODDAMMIT]

[seriouslytwisted]

Shut your egghead mouth, newbie! I know what I'm-

[...wait a minute]

Do I know you?

[TEXT YOU NINJUTSU DROPOUT]

[boselfdestruct]

I really hope you weren't about to say you know what you're doing, because obviously you don't.

[And like fudge is he going to admit to knowing raph out loud when doing so might as well put a giant sign over his head saying MUTANT TURTLE HERE]

[Action] Because this is the CR I never knew I needed.

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim was settled on the corner of his building's roof, looking out over the city before heading out for a real patrol. He was almost ready to get going, when he heard a faint noise behind him. He turned to greet the newcomer, eyebrows raised in surprise behind his cowl.

[Action] PFFFT SORRY I FORGOT PROSE

[boselfdestruct]

Don froze as soon as he realized his foot set too heavily against the roof, brushing up against some of the loose dirt and small debris

[When Tim turned around, Don would be staring at him with huge eyes, hand wrapped strongly around his staff without actually drawing it. He'd been trying to slip out behind the guy before he even noticed, but maybe Raph wasn't that far off when he called him clumsy.

"Uh. Nice night, isn't it?"

Don attempted a shaky smile. Maybe he'd think it was a costume.

[Action] BAAAAAAH. Either way works for me.

[mrsarcastic003]

Woah, turtle? Tim's hand went toward his own staff--though he didn't draw it yet either. Just a precaution, but he didn't like the idea of being hit by jumpy... giant turtles.

Which--granted, not the strangest thing he'd ever seen.

"Mm," he agreed. "Come here often?"

[video]

[cowled]

[in a good-natured stage-whisper...]

I think I should have opened a cartography business instead...

[And then he clears his throat and smiles brilliantly.]

I believe I can help with that. I had to obtain city maps for zoning purposes in regards to rebuilding after some of the disasters we've dealt with lately. They aren't incredibly detailed, but they do show the layout of the city fairly well.

[text]

[boselfdestruct]

That would be great, actually. It would be nice just to have a general idea where everything is, you know?

[why do people keep using video; Don's pretty sure using text in response is weird.]

[And business? Like a CEO? Big deal kind of guy? Aw, man. He doesn't want to have to try and break in to somewhere like that.]

permavid;

[cowled]

Well, I wouldn't mind making a copy if you'd like one.

text;

[polyhistor]

There are thirty-three places in Keeliai that sell a pizza-equivalent. Prior to the influx of foreigners it was virtually unheard of, but it's been gaining in popularity since then.

text;

[boselfdestruct]

[TEXT. FINALLY. WITH NEWS OF PIZZA. HE LOVES YOU TEXT GUY.]

[even if you aren't one of his brothers, which hook this apparently works for everyone except them.]

Thank you. At least something is familiar.

By 'foreigners' you mean us, right?

[how long have people been here for their own cultural norms to get so big?]

text;

[polyhistor]

Yes. The influx of non-kedan or otherwise non-native species' started approximately 200 days ago.

[action]

[hackingyoursensors]

[He wants to run along the rooftops again. It's silly, but that's part of the reason he put on a cobbled-together suit (pants, a shirt, his boots, and his Robin mask). He wasn't quite patrolling, but he'd step in if he saw someone in danger. No, he was stretching his legs and hoping he'd run into one of the other Robins. A small part of him felt like he should have backup after his unfortunate encounter with the flesh-eating zombies a few weeks ago.

Which is part of the reason he's sticking to Metal, rather than his usual haunts in Fire and Wood.

He's very good at being stealthy, but anyone trained to spot people lurking in the shadows could see him.

Including the turtle whose roof he just landed on.]

[action] after meeting Red Robin?

[boselfdestruct]

[After his...interesting encounter earlier, Donatello had returned inside. It hadn't taken long before he'd returned to his roof.]

[He wasn't going to sleep tonight, definitely not, and somehow it was worse inside his suite than it was under the open sky. Funny. You'd think it would be the other way around.]

[When the boy hits his roof, so obviously not another turtle, Donatello is on his feet and swinging his staff into his hands in the next heartbeat. Sure, he'd been investigating the roof, but he still should have registered the stranger's approach.]

[action] sounds good to me!

[hackingyoursensors]

[Robin immediately switches to a defensive stance. He's not here to pick a fight with...

Is that another giant turtle? Because that's not Raphael.

Either way, this guy looked more like he wanted to defend himself than wanting to pick a fight.]

Woah, I come in peace.

[He even puts up his hands.]

text

[storm_warning]

Bird's eye view is the best way to see anything here.

text

[boselfdestruct]

[what, you mean like in a plane? rooftops?]

I don't think there's any point around high enough for a good look, is there?

text

[storm_warning]

[Nah, she means literally harvesting an eye and sacrificing it to the gods of cartography.]

Metal Sector, maybe. There are plenty of people that can fly around here. I bet they'd take you up for a good look.